June 10 1998 —- June 19 2001
Cat
My baby was born in Concord New Hampshire on
June 10 1998.
I wasn’t very old then. At that point we were living in an old and
small house and had one other cat and a dog.
My mom had always been in love with Maine Coon cats so when
she saw Izubug in the store window by the laundromat
she fell in love with her. My brother and I did too.
After a long argument with my moms boyfriend at the time
Izubug became our new kitty. Most kitties are really cute some are luvy
and some are soft…but Izubug was different.
She was so perfect she had a little squished in face with big greenish
yellow eyes and a soft M on her forehead.
She was fluffy and always playful.
Through the hard times we were having she always helped bring
happiness to the house.
Almost a year had gone by since we had adopted the new
bundle of fluff she gave birth to a healthy litter of four.
We had no problem giving away the kittens (though I was reluctant).
She eventually gave birth to another litter later on…three more cute
and cuddly little kitties. We ended up keeping one of them because
he was sick. We couldn’t stand to give away a sick little kitten.
We called him Tenacious…because of his tenacious will to live.
The time in which we were forced to move came fast.
My mom and I have never been too good with change.
We were forced to live in a garage for one whole summer.
Izubug Nay and Toddy waited patiently until we found a home.
Starting school was quite difficult for me and I found myself crying
every night missing my old life. Izubug always found a place on
my bedside and curled up tight with me at night and I always stopped
crying once she started to purr.
She did the same thing with my mom.
She gave us hope because she still loved us and believed in us.
Everybody loved Izubug.
For the 2 years that we lived in that home we went through
a lot of things.
My parents splitting up my first love and first broken heart.
No matter where she was anywhere…when I was hurt and I was crying
Izubug would zone right into my room and be all over me purring
and loving and purring. I would stop crying to pat her and she would
always heal me inside.
One time when I was really angry about something and I hit the roof…
I started slamming things and kicking things and I stormed into
my room and there was little Izubug curled up on my bed.
My first instinct was to kick throw rip her off my bed but when I grabbed
her I looked into those big scared eyes…and that little innocent,
harmless face…saying to me “mommy why? Why mommy why?”
I let go of her and broke down into tears.
All my anger melted away within seconds.
I asked her for forgiveness and in doing so I found
myself forgiving myself.
The time was drawing near that we would have to move once again.
I remembering what happened before and before that strongly protested.
Everybody was having an especially hard time dealing with all the mixed
up feelings inside. I was feeling so terrible about everything.
Guilty for having to leave the boy who finally noticed me sad for leaving
my friends and scared for having to start all over again.
I just wanted to give up. This was a time for Zubug.
She curled up in my bed with me and I felt like everything
would be all right.
The day that our house was being shown to some prospective buyers
I came home instead of going to baby-sitting like I usually did because
I needed to clean the house. I have a little bit of a walk off the bus down
to my house at the bottom of a hill so I got off the bus and
started walking home. Along the road I saw something there
and my heart froze. I just ran and ran and ran and cried and cried and cried.
There was my poor poor poor baby on the side of the road.
Her little paws were covering her little face and she was dead.
I didn’t need to touch her or try and help her her life was already gone.
It had been gone for hours.
My sweet precious little baby had been taken away from
me right when I needed her the most.
I will never forget you baby girl my sweetie pie
I will always remember you.
Corrie
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